Jimin
Later that evening, after the council had dispersed, Jungkook made his way toward the medical wing of the estate
A quieter part of the mansion where the air always smelled like herbs, warmth, and comfort.
That’s where he found Park Jimin.
He sat curled in a sunlit corner of the lounge, a soft blanket around his shoulders,
One hand resting over his swollen belly, the other flipping through a book.
His peach-toned hair glowed in the amber light, skin dewy, and aura impossibly soft
When he saw Jungkook, his face lit up.
Jimin said with a small smile.
Min Jimin
You look like you fought a war today.
Jeon Jungkook
I basically did,
Jungkoo muttered, sinking into the seat across from him.
Jeon Jungkook
Council meeting
Min Jimin
Ah, politics. Sounds worse than labor pains.
Jungkook huffed a laughed
Jimin laughed too, the sound light and warm.
Min Jimin
You’d faint in the first five minutes.
Jeon Jungkook
You’re probably right.
They sat in silence for a moment, the quiet between them easy. Familiar. Comfortable.
Jungkook, Jimin, and Yoongi had grown up together in the Silver Moon Pack.
Where Jungkook was the golden heir, Yoongi—Jimin’s Alpha mate—was his childhood shadow. Stoic, intelligent, and calm like a lake before a storm.
They’d trained together, hunted together, and protected the pack as brothers.
Jimin had been the sunshine between them. Soft and mischievous.
He and Jungkook had been close—closer than most Alpha and Omega friends ever were allowed.
But they had always respected the lines.
When Jimin and Yoongi bonded, no one was surprised. They were fated.
And Jungkook had been there on their mating day—smiling, loyal, proud.
Now, Yoongi was out patrolling the eastern line. And Jimin, three months pregnant, was left behind—safe, but vulnerable.
Jimin asked softly, as if the question needed no name.
Jungkook shook his head, looking out the window.
Jeon Jungkook
I’ll find them,
Jimin’s gaze softened, sadness flickering in his eyes.
Min Jimin
I know you will. And they’re going to be so lucky when you do.
Jungkook didn’t reply. He just reached over and rested a hand gently on Jimin’s belly—protective, reverent, familiar.
Little did he know… his entire future was right there. Sleeping. Growing. Waiting.
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Unique_TK
oh so tae is in jimin belly growing
2025-04-12
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🖤kara♊❄️(death is intoxicate)
😶😶🙂 his mate jimin child /Sweat//Sweat/
2025-04-13
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☆-°𝓐𝓶𝓪𝓡𝔂𝓵𝓵𝓲𝘴°-☆
good luck
2025-04-13
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